Julian lay flat on his bed, eyes tracing the ceiling's pale surface. The silence of the room pressed down on him, not heavy, but vast—like a reminder of how far he had come, and how far he still had to go.
How long had it been since he was reborn into this strange world?
Twelve matches.
Twelve weeks.
Three months.
A single season of battles that felt like lifetimes.
And now, the path ahead was shifting again. Soon, he would be leaving this comfort, moving to a new place—unknown, larger, harsher.
His voice broke the silence.
[Ashi, how much is my point?]
The system's glow sparked across his vision.
[Current Points: 112.8]
Julian exhaled softly. Enough to buy a Normal Skill. Or maybe an item. Both were tempting, both could tip the scales. But choice was weight, and weight demanded patience.
[What about my attributes?]
The numbers flared before him.
[Total Attributes: 209]
He stared at the number, his jaw tightening. 209. Not enough.
